Scooby snacks lyrics

Ringo:Everybody be cool; this is a robbery.Yolanda:Any of you fucking pricks MOVE and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!

Me and Fast got the gats, we're out to rob the bankWe got Reed full lyricsSteve outside carryin' a full packAnd everything's cool and everthing's smooth (Hey, that's smooth)I walk up to the teller, I give her the letter, she gives me the lootWith puckered up lips and a wink that I found cuteAnd I said "Baby, baby, baby""Is there some karmic chi love-thing happenin' here baby or what?"By that time Fast tapped me with the nineAnd said it's time to blow, ya know, so out the door we goBack to the ride, Steve inside and alive and off we driveSee, I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we never get farRidin' around in a stolen police carSo we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy, Steve was drivin'Because I had to talk to my man about somethin'

Officer Nash:Look, I don’t know anything about any fuckin' set up; you can torture me all you want.Mr. Blonde:Torture you? That’s good, that’s a good idea. I like that one.

Runnin' around, robbin' banksAll wacked off the Scooby Snacks

Runnin' around, robbin' banksAll wacked off the Scooby Snacks

Now I don't give a fuck about the Hell's gateAin't punkin' the crowd, man I'm still standin' up staightSo, we pull these jobs to make a little moneyNo one gets hurt if they don't act funny (funny)On the way to the yacht, we almost got caughtFast shootin' mailboxes, not knowin' where the cop is (yeah)They're at the Dunkin' Donuts adjacent from the Froman'sWhose mailbox Fast had just explodedThey gave chase, but my man Steve's an aceAnd we lost those brothers with haste, hasteWe casted off and along we went offBermuda to an island resort we rented